God - Servin lyrics

Money block sh**... Serving, I'm serving, I'm serving, I'm serving-serving-serving-serving-serving... [Verse 1] Tryna get rich as my plug, I been out here on the grind I get it from the mud, I'm tired of selling n***as dubs I think it's time to double-up, this hustling run through my blood Supply the streets with a flood, you p**y if you hold a grudge Any n***a can be touched, I take my time in a rush I deliver in the clutch, twelve tryna make a bust Drop it in the acid then flush, that's a nightmare, real n***as Don't cry tears, real n***as, bounce back like round-ball Like Mike here, take flight here, and n***as be praying I stop I'm serving I'm riding around with the choppa so don't get it twisted like locks I'm thinking outside of the box, I'm tryna stay out of the box My hustle relentless, Jehova's my witness, I'm tryna pull up in a drop And buy my mom and pop a car... I come from the bottom I aim for the top, the game is so cold, my block is so hot you can't get off a rock Gotta look out for the cops... Look out for them oppas I keep me a choppa, they think about robbing us, that .223 popping up [Hook] n***a I'm serving, serving, riding round with a stick I ain't never been a lick, money on my mind thinking bout my next flip n***a I'm serving, serving, riding round with a b**h She just wanna be rich, I point it out, she go get it n***a I'm serving, serving, riding round with a stick I ain't never been a lick, money on my mind thinking bout my next flip n***a I'm serving, serving, riding round with two bricks One of them good one of 'em ain't sh**, ya money ain't good n***a that's what you get n***a I'm serving... (Interlude) [Verse 2] Selling dope like it ain't illegal, come correct or I'ma have to leave you I could sell it to you I ain't gotta meet you, if you got the bread then send it through my people Clientele don't even know my name, got the City smoking I'm the one to blame Money Block, n***as know the name, this the cartel, n***as know the gang If you wanna battle we can go to war, catch you lacking kicking in the door Take you out the bed and put you on the floor, yeah I got some bread but I want some more I'm addicted to it can't get enough, on my Wayne sh** so I hit 'em up I could get a mil that still ain't enough, b**h I'm out the rapture you could hang it up Got a whole thing for 'bout 25, by the time you get it it's bout 35 And I'm going places cause I got drive, you get aired out like a flat tire I'm a real chief, rock with real goons, if you wanna beef it's coming real soon Y'all animated like cartoons, you could get your black bar fool Got fishscale that's brain food, great white, you just shark food Use your brain, you don't want the trauma, you a light problem it can get dark fool Cause, it ain't hard to be a real n***a, gotta start from the bottom then build n***a It's a full-time job not to k** n***as, got my mind on my money like a trill n***a Yeah, sip lean but I'm never lacking, can't smoke with me if you ain't never matching These hoes ratchet so I keep it ratchet, these n***as boring, n***a get it cracking That Money Block in my bloodline, that five-nine that been mine n***as shot and missed like ten times then I came back with that real iron, I'm serving... [Hook]